To cry or not to cry?

Dad's been in the hospital for a week, and my house and my heart are a mess. I've been going from morning until night with little time to just stop and breathe. This morning, I decided to sleep in and move more slowly before heading out to take care of business. I just need some time in my house with my dogs and my husband. Get up, make a cup of coffee, catch up on RSS feeds, and just relax.

Alas, the first thing I did after making my coffee was spill the whole thing across the kitchen floor. No! No! No! and Doesn't that just figure? were my first thoughts, but really, what good does it do to cry over spilled coffee? So, instead, I marveled at how interesting it looks pooling on the cheap linoleum...and then I mopped it up and started over.

It wants to be incorporated into a sepia stained collage.

This kind of mind shifting exercise is the only way that I can get through these dark situations without crumbling into little pieces. There's beauty in every moment, I just have to be open to it.

Breakfast Magic

Today, I'm fulfilled by small pleasures

like the galaxy in my morning coffee.